PoetryNostalgia

He stares at me strangely This son of my mine He catches me smiling When there’s no reason…

PoetryGoodbye To Reality

Here I am again, back to the beginning, Temporarily happy, with this torture cycle That’s never-ending. Thought things…

PoetryWomen Rights

Don’t try to introduce my skin to your skin, ‘cause such introduction doesn’t let the light to get…